FICTION
IF DR. SEUSS WROTE A POEM ABOUT COVID-19 THIS WOULD BE IT
S ETTLED
The buildings were big And people would smile Travel they would Mile by mile
a poem by MARK ZION
I am still, it is finished
I am loved, it is settled
Things stop for a bit The world slowed its roll The virus had certainly taken its toll But what they then saw From slowing things down They now had less reason to frown
But sick they become And numbers, it grew Businesses worried Communities too
I’ll never deny Who He is His resurrection calls me winner Echoes hope to every sinner Redeemed by just the gaze of grace
Families now gathered 'What games shall we play?' 'Pass me the blue crayon' 'Give mummy the grey.'
I let go of my frustrations In this world of contradictions Jesus makes it easy to love
'Daddy is home guys! He'll read us a book.' Then all of us together We might just cook
In His light, there’s opportunity To see beyond figures of complexity Revel in His relevance eternally Now we know there’s more to live for
The lungs of the planet Caught a small break Less travel meant less pollution to make
But first the Kingdom’s what we seek for To live is Christ, to die is gain
People did realise that it will be okay They don't need so much to get through the day
Every son, every daughter can walk on the water
and never, never be afraid
Maybe this virus that caused so much stress Showed the whole world that more can mean less.
I am still, it is finished I am loved, it is settled
(Anonymous)
I’ll never deny that He lives
kréhon SWIFT
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